Some people might think I'm crazy, but I love empty frames. All over my room, I have empty photo frames, empty poster frames, even an empty snow globe.
It's the absolute transparency, yet infinite possibility.
It really makes me wonder.
I wish I could be someone else, so I could meet me. I wonder what I would think of me. I wonder if I'd like me, or even just if I'd think I were nice or thoughtful. My goal is for this blog to actually be read, and for people to subscribe, but I wonder, would I?
Everything that I've ever wanted anybody else to do, I now question myself - would I?